A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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I LOVE YOU

When April bends above me

And finds me fast asleep,

Dust need not keep the secret

My Babe....

Together we may struggle

but without you all I feel is pain.

Sometimes I may seem

MANZIL PHIR SE BANA

Honsala Toot raha ho agar jeevan me…

maayusi ne agar daaman thaam liya…

Creativity
I have no name
Until you name me.
I have no form
Until you shape me.
I don't exist
U

After The Party

It's getting late, I must go

I had a beer where did it go

I had to pee. I know it

The Kiss That Was

have you ever had a kiss

that took you on a bliss

and left you with shaking knees

No Tears
Under the blue skies of her native land
She languished and began to fade...
Until surely there

AAJ RAT KI KHAMOSHI

आज रात मेरी यह ख़ामोशी उन्हें सुना देन

I Love You

I never really knew you.

You were just another friend,

But when I got to know you

I Am Worthy

I am worthy. There is nothing

that can or will happen today that

could convince m